." she felt guilty for walking in on me like that, or perhaps ashamed. It wasn't her fault she should know that much at least. I wasn't about to apologize for that either, though. I opened the door walking out in a bathrobe and some slippers. Her high heels tapped on the oak floors as she moved out of my way as I bent down to clean up."I wasn't expecting you to be here so early, I was just sending you a mail to let you know," I stacked shards of what had been the glass pitcher onto a magazine I had grabbed off of the coffee table."I'm sorry about the pitcher Mr. Price," she bent down to pick up her phone from the pool of water it had been resting in, just then I looked up "It's no problem Ms. Caziel"I smiled again, our face mere inches apart, she responded in kind before standing up straight trying to dry her phone on her expensive woolen jacket.You wouldn't know it from looking at her but behind those hazel eyes was a Harvard educated mind. I had poached her from the legal division. Her hair flowed nearly to her waist."Yep," I said, "that's me, and I need some help. I've got a wounded man out in the barn.She stepped to me, bending her neck to look up. "You certainly are dirty," she said with a grin.I bent and kissed her. holding her shoulders and slipping the straps from them. "And you need to shave," she said, shrugging the thin shift-straps back where she wanted them. "Go on; I'll get dressed." She shooed me out, and I headed back to the barn, ignoring my erection.By nightfall a doctor had been summoned and with a long probe that looked like a ice-pick, got the deformed ball out of Lt. Foster's leg, cauterized the wound he had enlarged and bandaged the thigh. Julie had watched all this despite the doctor's pleas for her to go away. Foster had been on his belly for most of the operation, biting on a thick piece of leather while I held him down, but then we rolled him over so he could sit up and be bandaged. That was when the girl got a good look at his.
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